I'm not a literary giant

Chapter 45 Thus Spoke Zarathustra

After Wang Zixu left, only Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan were left in the private room.

Ye Lan turned to look at Zuo Ziliang: "Do you think he can do it?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "He is the little prince. How could he not be able to do it?"

Ye Lan said: "You know, the most critical part of your plan is not that the other party believes he is the little prince. It is that while the other party believes he is the little prince, he has not been disillusioned."

She blinked. She was a woman, so she knew that women were easily disappointed.

For example, she was disappointed when she learned that Wang Zixu was a cowardly clerk who always cared about his wife's opinion. She imagined the little prince to be cooler than this.

Zuo Ziliang said: "He is the little prince."

Ye Lan said: "But he doesn't even dare to meet the opposite sex."

Zuo Ziliang said: "He is the little prince."

Ye Lan said: "Aren't you afraid that he will tell the other party during the chat whether he has a wife? As long as the other party knows this, the little prince's charm value will instantly return to zero, no matter how talented he is."

Zuo Ziliang looked at her: "He is the little prince."

……

Wang Zixu knew that the difficulties before him were not really that difficult. The only difficulty was his own. It is easy to defeat the thief in the mountains, but it is difficult to defeat the thief in the heart.

At night, he returned home and saw his wife lying on the bed with a facial mask on. He tiptoed over and wanted to lie down on the bed, but his wife kicked him away.

"Don't come up, you haven't taken a shower yet, you're so dirty."

"I'll just go to bed and talk to you."

"Can't you just wash first?"

"I want to say it now, but I don't want to say it after I wash it."

"Isn't that just right?"

Wang Zixu stood against the wall and said, "Then I'll stand here and talk."

His wife didn't look at him: "Whatever you want."

The prince opened his mouth and suddenly his brain short-circuited. He felt like he was standing in front of a big white wall, just like those people who committed hooliganism in period dramas confessing their crimes. The emotions that had been brewing for a long time were interrupted.

Finally, he could only ask in a very unliterary way: "If I have a project that can make a lot of money, and I can make a lot of money just by writing it, do you think I should do it?"

When the wife heard “a lot of money”, she immediately got up from the bed and said, “Do it? Why not?”

"What if that thing is not very decent?"

"Is it respectable to be without money?"

The wife said something very hurtful, and she seemed still not satisfied. She grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at Wang Zixu. The pillow hit the white wall and fell to the floor.

"Wang Zixu, let me ask you, your wife works hard in the flower shop every day to earn money. You have been married for more than five years, but you are so poor that you don't even dare to have children. Others are beginning to suspect that you have no sexual function. Do you think you are respectable? What era is this? You still want to be respectable. Are you stupid?"

Wang Zixu looked evasive and said, "Not only is it not decent, it's also a bit immoral."

The wife calmed down a little and asked, "Did he open a casino? Pimp? Or did he cheat or rob a bank?"

Wang Zixu said: "That's not the case."

"Have you ever harmed or cheated anyone?"

"No, it's all voluntary and not illegal."

"That's it?" The wife lay back down. "The guy downstairs cheated on his wife and the mistress gave birth to a son. He immediately forced his wife and daughter to live in the basement. Everyone knows it. Who have you seen say anything about him? Ever since he paid for the elevator repair, everyone has praised him as a good man. You, don't always think about those nonsense. Make money. In this era, only money can bring morality."

Wang Zixu seemed to be thinking about something.

At night, he sat on the sofa in the living room. The lights were off, with only the dim light from the TV. Outside the window, the road illuminated by street lamps formed a golden river, and the tires of passing vehicles made a fine white noise. The TV was muted, playing "Animal World".

The wolves were running on the grassland, taking light steps, their gray-black hair trembling in the wind. One wolf turned its head, its dark green eyes shining, staring into Wang Zixu's eyes.

I am fluid. Zuo Ziliang said.

A gentleman changes like a leopard. So says the Book of Changes.

He who would remain clean among men must know how to wash himself with dirty water. Thus spoke Zarathustra.

All the instincts of animals are directed towards survival, and this instinct has nothing to do with morality. We must know that humans are also a kind of animal. Zhao Zhongxiang said so.

Wang Zixu felt that he should open himself up completely and accept the baptism of the real world. He needed to accept the animal side of himself.

Kindness is the virtue of human beings. Ferocity is the virtue of animals.

The phone on the sofa next to him kept ringing, and messages from Zuo Ziliang came one after another:
【Your speech therapist account has been created. 】

【The name is The Little Prince. It’s a good name.】

[Remember, forget that you are married, forget everything, throw away the burden, and become fluid. ] [From now on, only for this day, you are the man who belongs to all the women in the world. ]

[Pull out all the baobabs in your heart.]

Wang Zixu picked up the phone.

……

Ning Chunyan put down his phone.

She fell on the bed as if she had lost all her strength, her hair spread out, as if she was sleeping among blooming flowers.

She agreed to the request of her boss Wen Ai. She didn't know whether she did the right thing or not.

All she knew was that after reading The Little Prince's script, the idea in her mind became clearer and clearer: this matter needed to be resolved.

Meeting the little prince could be the end, or it could be the beginning. But she couldn't control it. She only knew that she urgently needed to meet him.

Just like in Kafka on the Shore, Nakata Satoshi suddenly felt that he needed to find the "gateway stone". There is no particular reason. You can only understand it as destiny.

She had no emotions. Even when she threatened to report, she had no emotions. She just analyzed rationally, thinking that this would increase her bargaining chips, so she threatened. She didn't actually want to report.

But she needs to talk to the little prince. That is the "entrance" to her life.

So she looked forward to tomorrow.

……

Tomorrow is here.

After get off work, Wang Zixu held his cell phone in his arms, just like Vanka secretly holding the letter he was going to send to his grandfather.

Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan both sent him a lot of messages, one telling him not to be too nervous, and the other asking him if he wanted to see the chat records of other speech therapists.

He ignored them. He returned to the yard, first bypassing the dog shit, and sat down in the old place in the fitness equipment area. He lit a big harvest, took two deep puffs, covering his lungs, and gently placed the cigarette butt on the top of the long stegosaurus tail. The cigarette butt went up smoothly.

Time is up.

He turned on his phone, opened the Wenai app, and the order application appeared on the screen. He clicked OK.

Almost at the same time, the news came from there.

Qiuge: [Hello, I am Qiuge. ]

He reached out and scratched the words.

【I am the little prince.】

[How do you prove that you are the little prince? ]

[I can’t prove myself. Because it’s easy for everyone to pretend to be someone else, but it’s hard to be yourself.]

【I believe you are the little prince. 】

Prince leaned back on the squat machine and breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting married, for many years, he had no contact with any member of the opposite sex, let alone such a heart-to-heart talk. He even never showed his masculine side in front of other members of the opposite sex to avoid getting into trouble.

Qiuge: [I’m a little sorry to talk to you in this way. But I want to understand you. I want to know what you do, what you like to eat, what hairstyle you have, what clothes you wear, and what books you read. I want to get closer to your world.]

Little Prince: [I'm sorry. This is not within the scope of our agreement. I can't tell you who I am.]

Qiu Ge: [What's the point of us chatting like this? Talk, then leave, forget, and never see each other again.]

The Little Prince: [You can understand me from now on, from every sentence and every word I say.]

After saying this, he remembered Zuo Ziliang's words and added:
【I will also understand you. From every word you say. 】

Qiuge: [Okay, I take it seriously. I'm very happy. Really.]

Qiuge: [I am a literary nerd. I write some very pretentious and sour articles, which easily get high scores, receive good reviews, are used as model articles, and are published in newspapers. People expect me to write more wonderful articles.]

Wang Zixu's hands trembled a little: [You are not a slacker. That means you are excellent. ]

Qiu Ge: [I am not outstanding. Only I know that I am a loser. I only produce one or two drops of juice every year. When I squeeze it out, it looks wonderful at first glance, but it is only one or two drops.]

Wang Zixu: [Then let one or two drops flow out every year.]

Qiu Ge: [Don’t you despise me? You always have so much juice. No, you are not juice, you are a river. You keep flowing.]

Wang Zixu: [What can I despise? Even if it's just one or two drops, it's still something precious to you.]

Qiuge: [You are very gentle. Just talking to you makes me wet. But it feels very comfortable and warm.]

Wang Zixu said: [That's good. I like you to be wet.]

(End of this chapter)